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Nor did aught of future days that kiss belie,

Oh! mark the beauty of his eye:
What wonders in that circle lie!
He wears a jewel in his head!
So clear, so bright, our fathers said
And when, upon some showery day,
Into a path or public way

A frog leaps out from bordering grass,
Startling the timid as they pass,

Which, with a generous shout, the crowd Do you observe him, and endeavour

did ratify.

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To take the intruder into favour;
Learning from him to find a reason
For a light heart in a dull season.
And you may love him in the pool,
That is for him a happy school,
In which he swims as taught by nature,
Fit pattern for a human creature,
Glancing amid the water bright,

And sending upward sparkling light.

Nor blush if o'er your heart be stealin A love for things that have no feeling: ̧ The spring's first rose by you espied, May fill your breast with joyful pride; And you may love the strawberry-flowe

Where a cross-legged Knight lies sculp- And love the strawberry in its bower;

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FAREWELL LINES.

[Composed 1828 (?).-Published 1842.] "HIGH bliss is only for a higher state," But, surely, if severe afflictions borne With patience merit the reward of peace, Peace ye deserve; and may the solid good, Sought by a wise though late exchange, and here

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With bounteous hand beneath a cottage. roof

To you accorded, never be withdrawn, Nor for the world's best promises renounced.

Most soothing was it for a welcome
Friend,

Fresh from the crowded city, to behold ro
That lonely union, privacy so deep,
Such calm employments, such entire con-
tent.

So when the rain is over, the storm laid, A pair of herons oft-times have I seen, Upon a rocky islet, side by side, 15 Drying their feathers in the sun, at ease; And so, when night with grateful gloom had fallen,

Two glow-worms in such nearness that they shared,

As seemed, their soft self-satisfying light, Each with the other, on the dewy ground, Where He that made them blesses their repose.

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(SUGGESTED IN A WESTMORELAND COTTAGE.) [Composed 1834.-Published 1835.]

DRIVEN in by Autumn's sharpening air From half-stripped woods and pastures bare,

Brisk Robin seeks a kindlier home:
Not like a beggar is he come,
But enters as a looked-for guest,
Confiding in his ruddy breast,
As if it were a natural shield
Charged with a blazon on the field,
Due to that good and pious deed
Of which we in the Ballad read.
But pensive fancies putting by,
And wild-wood sorrows, speedily
He plays the expert ventriloquist ;
And, caught by glimpses now-now
missed,

Puzzles the listener with a doubt
If the soft voice he throws about
Comes from within doors or without!
Was ever such a sweet confusion,
Sustained by delicate illusion?
He's at your elbow-to your feeling
The notes are from the floor or ceiling;
And there's a riddle to be guessed,
Till you have marked his heaving chest,
And busy throat whose sink and swell
Betray the Elf that loves to dwell
In Robin's bosom, as a chosen cell.

Heart-pleased we smile upon the Bird If seen, and with like pleasure stirred Commend him, when he's only heard. But small and fugitive our gain

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Compared with hers who long hath lain,
With languid limbs and patient head
Reposing on a lone sick-bed;

Where now she daily hears a strain
That cheats her of too busy cares,
Eases her pain, and helps her prayers.
And who but this dear Bird beguiled

The fever of that pale-faced Child;
Now cooling, with his passing wing,

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To scare him as a trespasser,
And he belike will flinch or start,
Good friends he has to take his part;
One chiefly, who with voice and look
Pleads for him from the chimney-nook,
Where sits the Dame, and wears away
Her long and vacant holiday;

With images about her heart,
Reflected from the years gone by,

Her forehead, like a breeze of Spring; 40 On human nature's second infancy.

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"Sweet babe! they say that I am mad,
60 But nay, my heart is far too glad;
And I am happy when I sing
Full many a sad and doleful thing:
Then, lovely baby, do not fear!
I pray thee have no fear of me;
But safe as in a cradle, here
My lovely baby! thou shalt be:
To thee I know too much I owe;
I cannot work thee any woe.

Thrice happy Creature! in all lands
Nurtured by hospitable hands:
Free entrance to this cot has he,
Entrance and exit both yet free;
And when the keen unruffled weather,
That thus brings man and bird together,
Shall with its pleasantness be past,
And casement closed and door made fast,
To keep at bay the howling blast,
He needs not fear the season's rage,
For the whole house is Robin's cage.
Whether the bird flit here or there,
O'er table lilt, or perch on chair,
Though some may frown and make a
stir,

1 The words

“Matthew, Mark, and Luke, and John,

Bless the bed that I lie on,"

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are part of a child's prayer, still in general use through the northern counties.

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POEMS ON THE NAMING OF PLACES.

ADVERTISEMENT.

By persons resident in the country, and attached to rural objects, many places will be fou unnamed or of unknown names, where little Incidents must have occurred, or feelings been exp rienced, which will have given to such places a private and peculiar interest. From a wish to gi some sort of record to such Incidents, and renew the gratification of such feelings, Names ha been given to Places by the Author and some of his Friends, and the following Poems writt in consequence.

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The shepherd's dog, the linnet and th

thrush,

Vied with this waterfall, and made a sor Which, while I listened, seemed like th wild growth

Or like some natural produce of the air, That could not cease to be. Green leav were here;

But 'twas the foliage of the rocks-ti birch,

The yew, the holly, and the bright gree thorn,

With hanging islands of resplender furze :

And on a summit, distant a short space, By any who should look beyond the dell A single mountain-cottage might be see I gazed and gazed, and to myself I said, "Our thoughts at least are ours; and thi wild nook,

My EMMA', I will dedicate to thee."

-Soon did the spot become my othe

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May call it by the name of EMMA'S DELL

1 Emma: the poet's sister Dora, just as E meline is elsewhere used as a pseudonym f Dorothy. See editor's note on To a Butter 25 p. 897.-ED.

Of common pleasure: beast and bird, the lamb,

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